And really, it's just a song and has nothing to do with my state of mind.

Right.

Scar. I miss her. She doesn't come to NYC enough...

"A change of speed, a change of style.A change of scene, with no regrets,A chance to watch, admire the distance,Still occupied, though you forget.Different colours, different shades,Over each, mistakes were made.I took the blame.Directionless so plain to see,A loaded gun won't set you free.So you say.

We'll share a drink and step outside,An angry voice and one who cried,We give you everything and more,The strains too much, can't take much more.Oh, I've walked on water, run through fire,Can't seem to feel it anymore.It was me, waiting for me,Hoping for something more,Me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else."

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About Me

James specializes in portraits, fashion, erotica and narrative imagery and has shown in national and international juried exhibitions. His first monograph, "Some of This is True" is out on Luxxus Press. He is also featured in the Taschen book, "The New Erotic Photography" (first and second editions). Working as a filmmaker over the last twenty years, his current practice is primarily in still photography. He is from Raleigh, North Carolina and lives in Brooklyn, New York.